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Chapter 49 Before You

In the reed marsh on the east bank of the Xiangshui River, Fang Jie carefully crawled out of the water and looked around. After confirming that there was no danger, he climbed to the shore in a daze. Although Mu Xiaoyao had the ability to perceive and could smell murderous aura on his nose, since he knew that there was a group of assassins in this world who could close all his feelings, Fang Jie finally understood that the dependence on Mu Xiaoyao and Big Dog might make him lose his life in an unknown way.

Fang Jie, who was lying in the grass, climbed to the shore and gasped in big breaths, just like a monster who had just come to the world from hell, breathing the air greedily.

While lying on the ground to rest, he suddenly thought of a question.

He found that his luck was really outrageous. After he arrived in this world, he was inexplicably involved in a chase. After fifteen years, he still didn't understand why the bald donkeys were so persistent in killing him. The big dog refused to say it, and Mu Xiaoyao refused to say it. Even if he thought he was a genius, he could not reason about such clueless things. The bald donkeys chased him for more than ten years like a mad dog, just as he had a deep grudge as he slept all the women in the Buddhist sect in his previous life.

Finally, I had enough military achievements in Fan Gu and had the opportunity to enter the Sui imperial capital that the bald donkeys fear the most. But I became Li Xiaozong's scapegoat and encountered ambushing along the way. I only walked halfway through the imperial capital. I don't know if I had the fate to see the gate of the Martial Arts Academy.

However, Fang Jie has to admit that the level of assassins in the Great Sui Dynasty is really higher than that of those bald donkeys. If the person who had been chasing him for fifteen years could be like the assassins in the Great Sui Dynasty, and would not vent his emotions a little, then he might have been killed before he could even get out of his cradle.

Therefore, Fang Jie deeply engraved the word "Love Ya" in his heart.

Also remember the name Hou Wenji.

He lay down for a while and recovered some strength, sat up and looked at Mu Xiaoyao and Dadu. So... he was speechless by the scene he saw.

Mu Xiao's waist was soaked all over, standing under a weeping willow tree, shaking the water on her hair. The red dress was pressed against her, outlining her almost perfect figure. The red dress was close to her body, and even faintly revealed the original color of her skin. The plump and proud breasts stood upright, flat belly without a trace of fat, round and perky buttocks under her slender and beautiful waist, and then a pair of the most eye-catching legs were enough to make people's blood radiant.

Perhaps to facilitate movement, the red skirt had a high slit. She stood beside the tree, and her white beautiful legs were exposed from the red skirt, and almost all the thighs were Fang Jie looked at by Fang Jie. This was the most beautiful legs that Fang Jie had ever seen in two lives. If one more point is fat, one more point will lead to thinness.

He even thought dirtyly that if he was wrapped around his waist, wouldn’t he really want to die?

To be honest, Fang Jie took great efforts to withdraw his gaze from Mu Xiaoyao. Although Mu Xiaoyao's face was not so beautiful, it was slightly worse than some women in Hongxiuzhao. But her most deadly weapon was her figure. At this moment, this scene would definitely kill all men with normal functions in seconds.

For example, Fang's explanation.

He looked at the commanding heights that had already stood up under his wet clothes, shook his head in annoyance and then forced himself to see the big dog.

This method of diverting attention is indeed effective. After seeing the big dog, the hot thing really softened soon.

The vulgar guy in a leather robe was lying on the ground and carrying the dying lamb in his hand. I don’t know if this lamb has practiced it, but he was still alive when diving all the way. Fang Jie really admired the spirit of a fat sheep like a big dog who would rather die than let go, just as if he had always thought that Big Wolf was worthy of respect in his previous life.

At this moment, the big dog turned over and sat up and looked at Fang Jie and asked seriously: "Is it good to eat roasted lamb today?"

Fang Jie wanted to laugh, but in this situation, he felt that he really shouldn't laugh.

Fenglindu was controlled by the people of the Qingya, so the Qingya on the river bank might have arranged people. If he hadn't thought of diving across the river by biting the reed stems, he might have gone a long way to avoid the ambush of the Qingya.

"You can't ignite the fire... Who knows if those guys with a sense of smell are more sensitive than dogs will immediately pounce on the fire when they see it."

He stood up, shook the water on his clothes and said, "Find a place to take a nap and hurry on the road. I can't go to Guanlecheng and join Cui Lue Shang. I can't say that we will depend on each other for the next few thousand miles."

"It's nothing if you can't."

Mu Xiaoyao straightened her hair behind her ears and said with a plain face: "From the beginning, I didn't think that these two new friends you made could help you."

Fang Jie smiled and didn't answer, but shook his head and sighed, "I have to walk on my own legs in the future, and there are still thousands of miles... When I reached the imperial capital, wouldn't my legs be more beautiful than the little sister's legs?"

“Where to go?”

Big Dog asked.

"If you want to walk on the official road, you have to think of ways to disguise yourself."

Fang Jie frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Mu Xiaoyao lower his voice and said, "Quiet, there are many people coming to the southeast, among which there are masters!"

The big dog sniffed and shook his head: "No murderous intent"

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Just as Fang Jie and his friends were hiding from the assassins in a mess, on an official road leading from Jiangnan to the imperial capital, a group of three gorgeous and noble carriages were escorted by hundreds of followers in the northwest direction.

The three carriages were painted in bright red, with some strange lines and patterns on them. The carriage was pulled by two very strong horses, and the speed was not slow but was particularly stable. The most eye-catching thing about the carriage was that there was an apricot yellow flag on each side of the carriage, and there was a mountain and a view on it.

The ones who accompanied and protected these three carriages were a team of 100 people. The most shocking thing was that these people were not officials in the court, but each of them rode a tall horse. For the Great Sui Dynasty, which had very few war horses, this was simply a very difficult thing to imagine.

You should know that the control of war horses was extremely strict in the Sui Dynasty. Even the wealthy families would strictly control the number of war horses they could own according to their level.

The Great Sui Dynasty also raised horses, but it was unable to cultivate war horses that were comparable to grassland cavalry. In terms of endurance, speed, and carrying capacity, the war horses raised by several horse farms in the Great Sui Dynasty could not be compared with good horses on the grassland. This was also the most annoying thing about the Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty. His empire was large enough and vast, but he could not cultivate good war horses. Just for this, the emperor even sent people to sneak into the Mongol Yuan to dig back some forage grass, trying to see if the food was different, which led to the different physiques of the war horses. Facts proved that he was thinking too much.

Because of this, this team of more than 100 people is particularly eye-catching.

The one hundred people who rode on horseback were Taoist men wearing dark green Taoist robes. They had buns on their heads and wooden hairpins. The Taoist robes were embroidered with Bagua diagrams. Each of them had long and solemn faces. They were tied with long swords behind them, and red sword spikes were tied to the hilt of the sword, so that the team looked like they had a different aura in their majesty.

In the Great Sui Dynasty, only Taoist people in the Taoist temple could use the apricot yellow flag.

There is only one Taoist temple that can be equipped with three hundred best war horses.

Only the master of a Taoist temple is qualified to ride in the bright red carriage when traveling.

These Taoists come from Yiqi Temple in Qingle Mountain.

In the first carriage, he was sitting in Taoist Feng Ming, who was dedicated to urging his disciples to practice in the back mountain of Yiqiguan. He was the second disciple of the master of Yiqiguan, Xiao Zhenren, who was cold-supervised by his nature and was taciturn. In the carriage, he was always called the cold-faced Yan Luo behind his back. He and Zhenren's eldest disciple He Li, Taoist He Li, were clear in division of labor. He was only responsible for the disciples' practice and not in the world. The Taoist He Li, who was humble and smooth in dealing with things, was in charge of most of the affairs of Taoist temples.

Taoist Feng Ming was sitting alone in a carriage, but the carriage contained many gifts that he planned to offer to His Majesty the Emperor when he entered the imperial capital. This includes a complete set of "The Talk of the Ancestors" handwritten by Zhenren, and a new tea that has only been picked this year in the Houshan Tea Garden. You should know that the Qingde Peak in Qingle Mountain is more precious than the Nine-grade Lotus Heart, and it is hard to find a thousand gold.

The second carriage was Xiao Zhenren, who always looked solemn and a great master in front of the outsiders. He wore a Taoist robe of thick ink and sat cross-legged with a whisk in his hand. He was also riding in a carriage alone, with no gifts in the carriage, so the carriage seemed a little empty.

While sitting in meditation, Zhenren Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, his face slightly changed, as if he had noticed something wrong. After he hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but instruct outside the car: "I just realized a trace of heaven and needed to be meditated quietly. I was going to retreat in this carriage, and no one should disturb me before I left the seclusion!"

"yes!"

The people accompanying the road outside the car responded neatly, and everyone's face was filled with respect for the spectator. They all sighed in their hearts that the spectator was indeed worthy of the status of the leader of the Dao Sect. Even if they were walking alone in the car room while walking, they could understand the way of heaven. This point was probably unattainable in the world.

They are proud of themselves as disciples of the One-Agent View and have such a viewer.

After hearing the Taoist outside agree, Zhenren Xiao's face suddenly calmed down. He first threw the whisk in his hand aside, then took off both boots in a hurry, took off his socks, and glanced at his feet. He slowly raised his index finger and stared at him for a moment.

The next second, he stabbed his index finger into the gap in his toes and rubbed it back and forth. While rubbing, he couldn't help but moaned very lightly. The intoxication on his face was that he was really ecstatic.

Twenty minutes later, he put on his socks and boots, resumed his face and cleared his throat and said, "I have come out of seclusion and have another ray of power of heaven."

Everyone was immediately admired.

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There were two women sitting in the third carriage. The two of them did not sit next to each other, but sat opposite each other. One of them was wearing a blue Taoist robe of a disciple who was in the first place, and his long hair was combed into a Taoist nun's hairstyle and tied up on the top of his head and scattered behind his head. Her face was extremely delicate, with her eyes closed, and her long eyelashes were slightly bent upwards. Her small nose and rosy lips. Her face was perfect, and her face was like cream. Even if she stared at her face and looked carefully for a day, she could not find any flaws. And... the more she looked at her, the more she felt that she was so beautiful.

She just sat with her eyes closed, as quiet as a lotus.

The woman sitting opposite her was also very beautiful, but she was a little less beautiful than the woman dressed in a nun. She wore a red robe that was almost the same as Mu Xiaowa, and looked as beautiful as a flower. It was just because the cold and sheathless sword she was holding in her arms made her look even colder than Mu Xiaowa.

The woman holding the sword looked at the quiet woman, and suddenly sighed softly: "Mo Ningzhi, have you always wanted to kill me?"

The woman with skin is like gelatin, and her name is gelatin opened her eyes slowly. She looked at the woman holding the sword and was silent for a while and replied in a very gentle tone, "Chen Qingfan, haven't you ever thought about killing me? But I can't kill you, and you can't kill me. So thinking about these useless things is meaningless."

Chen Qingfan smiled and looked down at the long sword like a pool of autumn water in his hand: "Not necessarily, when I hate my so-called mission and want to live a new life, I will definitely kill you."

"When is that?"

Moist foam and grease question.

Chen Qingfan thought for a while and said, "When I am so strong that I don't need to be afraid of the person who gives me the mission."
Chapter completed!